The Fleshmad are the frenzied wretches of a Man Eater hunting party—those who have taken their first willing bite of the Fleshspoil, offered by the shamans and blessed with the Carniphage’s boon. Though their minds are fractured by hunger, some remnant of their former selves lingers, a sliver of sanity buried beneath madness.
They fight without hesitation, wielding crude weapons—clubs, cleavers, jagged bone knives—tearing through flesh with savage efficiency. Their bodies are bare save for crude wrappings and trophies of fresh bone, stripped clean of flesh. Yet even in their frenzy, they are not mindless. They obey those who hear the Carniphage’s will most clearly, following strength and cunning.
But to falter is to become prey. The Man Eaters show no mercy, even to their own. Should one hesitate, the others will turn upon them in an instant. For in their eyes, flesh is flesh, and the hunger must be fed.
